Raksha "Hellcat" Kurosawa (mercenary_cat) wrote in landvik_logs, @ 2013-06-14 01:17:00 |
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Current music: | Possession - cover by Evans Blue |
Who: Raksha and OPEN (folks that live in Regnbue? anyone really)
When: June 14, late night
Where: Near his new place
What: Getting some fresh air
Warnings: TBA (depending how vicious he's feeling), probably language at least
Rating: PG for now
The summer night air was warm against his skin, like the touch of a familiar hand. Cement steps in front of the new townhouse were cooler, having lost the sun's heat they'd absorbed by now. He'd not bothered with a shirt, never did when he could get away with it. The streetlamp and moonlight edged the contours of his bare torso in gold and silver, muscles sleek and hard beneath the honeyed almond skin. The ink on biceps, spine and hip all the more noticeable, rings in nipples and ears glinting faintly in the shifting light. Elegant fingers held a clove cigarette with relaxed familiarity. He didn't smoke often, just another little release here and there. The clove was preferred for it's sharper, warm scent. Not close enough to cinnamon to stir memories, but comfortable nonetheless.
Privacy in the new place was plus, he could tolerate his coworkers longer knowing he had someplace to go away from Landvik. More of a sense of territory with the townhouse. And less likely that they'd give him shit for having the quickly growing kitten. Mordecai was what he'd finally named the black and white hellion. Amusement flickered across his features at the thought of the little furball. They'd come to an understanding about who was top cat. Aidrian on the other hand still got the worst of the kitten's antics. A long drag on the cigarette, the taste of clove on his tongue. Papi was still writing to them. Aidrian usually answered on both their behalf. Raksha knew if he didn't write his own at some point, the man was likely to call them. The accent was too much like Izzy's had been. He wasn't sure if he could talk to Papi and not think of that.
A light breeze picked up, ruffling hair along the back of his neck. Golden eyes were hooded, hiding the roil of emotion and thought beneath the surface. They'd have to go furniture shopping again. Moving was easy, since everything he owned fit in a couple of duffel bags. But it also meant they had to get things like beds and couches. Buying things was done in stages, in between all the work their current cases required. Val had 'helped' the first time, no doubt they'd driven the clerks at each store nuts. A dainty paw on his lower back told him Mordecai had followed him outside. He scooped up the overgrown kitten, depositing the critter in his lap. The soft purring, a miniature version of his own, was soothing.